The Rose of Sharon (3)
They might have started the game on a whim, but even so, a certain degree of fairness mattered. Set your condition on a scene that had almost no chance of appearing, and you could all but lock in a win — only for neither of you to enjoy it. The whole thing would turn into something completely pointless.
Better a scene that seemed likely to come up more than once. Ideally, you wanted a condition that, at a glance, looked about equally likely to trigger for both sides.
"I'll take every time the protagonist fires a gun."
"Mmm, then I'll go with whenever a cat shows up."
They'd already been watching for over twenty minutes, so finding a line that felt about right didn't take long. The protagonist with a pistol holstered at his hip, and the black cat his partner carried with him — at a glance, the two conditions didn't look so different. And if one of them ended up appearing far more often than expected, that too was part of the game's charm.
"Ah. That's you, Shion."
"Mm."
Han Seoyeon was the first to get caught. Watching the protagonist fire his pistol skyward to seize the crowd's attention, she smiled wryly. She turned her head, and Hitomi was looking back at her, grinning. A moment later Hitomi stuck her tongue straight out, and Han Seoyeon slipped an arm lightly around the nape of her neck.
She caught the tip of the offered tongue lightly between her lips. After mouthing at it a few times, she bit down around the middle and slowly licked her way up the underside with her own tongue.
"Nnnh…"
"Haa……"
She toyed with that tongue for nearly a minute before slowly drawing her mouth away, and from the tongue gone slick with both of their spit, a sticky strand could be seen dripping down. Seoyeon bent to catch the saliva in her mouth, then climbed back up the strand the way a spider climbs its thread, returning to Hitomi's tongue to press a light kiss to its very tip.
"…Me again, I see."
"Hehe. That's already three penalty points for you, Shion…… ow."
The next penalty fell to Han Seoyeon as well. The protagonist, making a speech in song before the citizens drawn by the gunfire, shot an enemy mixed in among the crowd the instant the song ended. Seoyeon laid a palm against Hitomi's cheek and pushed her thumb deep into that mouth. She hooked it toward the cheek and forced the lips open, and Hitomi, shy, quietly extended her tongue all the same.
"Hnn…"
Seoyeon took it all the way in and sucked a little harder. A sigh leaked from Hitomi's parted mouth. She kept drawing the tongue in as she pulled her head back, sliding it out again, and a lewd, wet schlick came through muffled, buried under the noise of the film.
"…You know you suck like a total pervert, right, Shion?"
"When I'm looking at you, Hitomi, I find it rather difficult to restrain myself."
"Honestly……"
She grumbled, coloring. Or rather — her face had been scarlet for some time already, so it likely had nothing to do with what had just been said. In any case, Hitomi turned her eyes away toward the movie as if displeased, and even so she quietly reached out and took Seoyeon's hand. Then, as if to cool herself off a little, she sipped the cola set beside her through the straw.
"Glrk?!"
The cat appeared before the protagonist with the partner's letter in its mouth, and the sight startled her so badly that she blew straight into the straw. The paper cup answered with that distinctive fizz of rising bubbles. A sidelong glance. When she peeked at Seoyeon, the other woman was watching her with a faint, gentle smile.
"Your tongue. Stick it out, please."
"…Yes. Understood."
At a glance it might have looked like a pleased smile, but Hitomi could read the feeling hidden behind it. Now that she was the one on the receiving end, Seoyeon had grown a little self-conscious and put the smile on for no particular reason. At Hitomi's words, Seoyeon hesitantly offered her tongue. Simply sticking only her tongue out past her lips seemed to strike her as rather awkward.
"Chu…"
"Nnh."
A rare show of embarrassment. Not an opportunity to waste. Hitomi pressed a light kiss to the surface of Seoyeon's tongue, and it didn't end at one. She followed it with peck after peck against that tongue, and each time she could feel, unmistakably, the way Seoyeon's tongue trembled. At the last she took it lightly into her mouth and mouthed at it, then caught Seoyeon's face and tipped her chin up just a little.
Rising slightly on her knees against the seat, Hitomi leaned in and slowly let the saliva pooled in her mouth stretch down in a strand. The clear liquid — both of their spit mixed together — fell onto Han Seoyeon's tongue and ran along that red path into her mouth.
At the passing of that saliva Seoyeon flinched, eyes going wide for an instant, then accepted it with a gaze that had gone a little unfocused. In the dark, the pale column of her throat could be seen working — gulp, gulp. The sight of that flushed face letting out a heated sigh must have satisfied her considerably, because Hitomi grinned at her all over again.
And so the two of them slipped back into movie-watching mode… only for gunfire to ring out before even a few more minutes had passed.
"…That fellow fires a gun far more often than I thought."
Seoyeon smiled faintly, then caught both of Hitomi's wrists and pulled. Hitomi didn't have the physique to resist even if she'd wanted to — and she hadn't wanted to in the first place. Her body gave way and collapsed into Seoyeon's arms. Those full breasts crushed against Seoyeon's chest, their shape squashing slightly.
"Hnn…"
"Hitomi, open your mouth, please."
"Okaaay… haaah……"
She licked a long, slow line up from the throat of the woman held in her arms. She paused just at the point of the chin and met her eyes, and Hitomi once again quietly offered her tongue. Seoyeon traced lightly over the top of it as if drawing a picture, tickling, and while she savored the way Hitomi trembled in her embrace she shifted the hands on those wrists and laced their fingers together. Hitomi had no thought of resisting anyway, but Seoyeon clamped both hands tight all the same, pinning her so she couldn't get away.
"Mmmp…?"
Right after that, though, Hitomi shoved her head forward and crashed their lips together. She pushed hard against the tongue that had been teasing and tangling with hers, driving it back into Seoyeon's mouth. A flustered breath leaked through Seoyeon's teeth, and Hitomi didn't miss the opening — in a single breath she licked every corner of that mouth. When Seoyeon, still flustered, stole a glance at the screen, the protagonist's partner had already appeared, a cat perched on his shoulder as the two of them talked. Through all of it Hitomi kept their hands clasped, winding her tongue around Han Seoyeon's and caressing it this way and that.
Seoyeon had, of course, experienced a deep kiss like this exactly as many times as Hitomi had. In terms of technique, Hitomi was hardly the one falling behind. Her skill at heating a person up was considerable in its own right, and as they traded that technique back and forth, the film gradually entered its latter half.
"Haa… Shion, Shiooon…♥"
"Hitomi… schlrp."
The relentless kissing had already gone on for dozens of minutes. They hadn't been locked at the mouth for every second of it, but even accounting for that, it could hardly be called short. It was more than enough to dye both their thoughts pink, excitement risen clear to the crowns of their heads. Partway through, Hitomi had simply climbed onto Seoyeon's lap, and the two of them had ended up holding each other. In Hitomi's case especially, her wings had at some point pushed all the way out. When Seoyeon brushed the membrane with her fingertips, Hitomi's body twitched and a heated moan spilled from her.
"Huu… even if the scene hasn't come up, nnh, if we just go and kiss, that was a penalty, wasn't it?"
"Thish isn't a kish… hee, chu…"
To be precise, the two of them currently had their tongues out past their lips, tangling them together in empty air. Neither of the scenes they'd chosen had actually appeared in the film. But Hitomi had declared that since their lips weren't touching, it didn't count — and so, for the last fifteen minutes or so, this had become their default posture for when they weren't kissing. The drool spilling out had soaked not only their chins but their chests as well, and yet neither of them paid it the slightest mind as they went on kissing — no, as they went on with the thing that wasn't a kiss.
"Hyah?!"
"…Mmm."
What snapped both their half-dazed minds awake all at once was a sound effect from the film. Hitomi startled and turned her head toward the screen, and Seoyeon turned her gaze to it as well.
Th-that really is Bollywood, isn't it…?
And what filled that screen was the protagonist, an automatic rifle in each hand, spraying in every direction and mowing his enemies down.
"At this rate I've as good as lost the bet. Just how many rounds is he firing?"
Seoyeon muttered it with a hollow little laugh.
"Hyaah?!"
But in the instant Hitomi tried to answer, her view suddenly flipped, and a thin cry tore out of her. She'd ended up sprawled on her back across the long couple's seat. More precisely, it would be truer to say she had been laid down than that she had lain down.
Seoyeon, who had mounted her in a single motion, looked down and smiled. Eyes glossy with no small amount of desire stared straight through Hitomi.
"I wasn't able to count how many shots he fired… but there's about thirty minutes of runtime left, I believe? If I apply myself diligently the whole way through, I ought to be able to make the numbers match."
"Ah, aah……"
Hitomi squeezed her eyes shut. But both of them had surely noticed that, in the moment before those eyes closed, fear and excitement had been tangled wildly together inside them.